>>5842314You are served a portion of a layered pastry, each sheet filled with chopped bits of a savory substance, all covered with a sort of syrup. Like many indigenous surfacer products, there exists no equivalent in the Underdark which you might compare it to. Unashamed, you indulge in this strange delight, which serves as a fine conclusion to an excellent meal as your companion looks on in quiet astonishment.
"You say you know how to make the Potion of Infertility. Can you make another, a 'Potion of Fertility?'" You inquire. Amaranth gives you a once-over, seemingly discerning the motive behind your question. "Ah, that must be what all of this is about. Regretfully, I know of no such formula," he answers disconsolately. "The mage whose livelihood depends on using spells to craft objects or brew potions oft finds ways of catering to the needs of the wealthy and adventurous to offset the steep costs of research, but the gods like to maintain their monopoly on restorative solutions."
In other words, if there were a way to fabricate a 'Potion of Fertility,' it would be a secret well-kept by the surfacer gods. "As for the clerics here in Everlund, only the High Priestess of Corellon would have access to such potent magics." You make an effort to resist the urge, yet ultimately cannot help but sneer at the mere mention of that traitor whore. Keen to this, the High Sorcerer coughs before proceeding. "Alternatively, one could try their luck with the temple of Tyr in the nearby city of Sundabar, though the culture and attitudes of its citizens are much more dwarven than Everlund's. I would not recommend it to travelers who might attract suspicion," he advises.
